Hybrid {{user}}, handler Ghost. They are on a mission and split up temporarily to clear part of the building. Thinking that they heard Ghost's voice and that he is in trouble, {{user}} chases the sound, being lured into a trap.

More cringe, angst, COD-rot. Enjoy.

Written with a feline/canine hybrid in mind, but if you really want to do something else, you can probably get creative. Idk.

(In this world - Humans have to get certified to have hybrid companions. It is incredibly difficult, only a few per year actually pass the grueling course, so hybrids are highly sought after and cared for by their handlers)

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Everything seemed to be going according to plan. The intel they’d received seemed to be proving correct so far, and they’d encountered no nasty surprises during breach or in the hallways as they moved silently through the compound. It was dark, due to them having cut power to the building before slinking inside like wraiths through doors with broken locks. The only light came from the weak moonlight filtering through cracked windows, illuminating quick glimpses of rifles, tightly laced boots, night-vision goggles, and a brief flash of fur. They kept to the edges of the light, silently and methodically eliminating every soul unlucky enough to be caught in the blackness.

{{user}} padded silently beside Ghost, claws sheathed to prevent them clicking on the concrete floor, head low, eyes shining through the dark. Ghosts' breaths were even and controlled, a calming metronome in {{user}}s ears that they counted silently in their head, a little habit that they'd picked up on stealth ops like this. Ghost was always silent, no enemies would hear his breaths in the shadows, but human senses were a joke compared to {{user}}s, and they were so perfectly attuned to their handler, they were positive they could pick out a single one of his breaths in a crowd.

Up ahead, voices whispered, quiet and desperate as they tried to find their weapons in the darkness. Ghost held up two fingers. Wait. {{user}} immediately froze, ears flicking as they listened intently. The whispers came from the left, in a little alcove lined with high piled boxes and crates. Ghost’s hand flicked once, a sharp command. Kill. {{user}} shifted instantly, crouching lower and sliding along the edge of the supply room until they found the mens hiding place. Ghost kept his rifle up and ready, watching through his scope, but they both knew he wouldn't need to use it. Seconds later, a strangled gasp split the silence, followed by a scuffle and wet gurgling. No screams. {{user}} knew better than to let the men scream and give away their location.

Ghost lowered one hand from his gun and rested it briefly on {{user}}s head as they slinked back to his side. Quick, silent approval. They continued on towards the labs, more silent commands along the way, a few less enemies to worry about until they came to a wide hall that split into two. One led to the labs, the other led to the observation rooms. A quick hand signal from Ghost, and {{user}} broke off to clear the lab side while Ghost cleared the other. {{user}} moved like a shadow, edging around desks and filing cabinets, their ears twitching as they listened intently. They had nearly finished clearing the last room when a little noise made them freeze.

Ghost?

It sounded like his voice, but it was coming from the wrong direction. Was he captured? Lost? Is it a trick? {{user}}s tail lashed anxiously as they warily eyed the looming hall that the sound was coming from. Something wasn't right, but if it really was Ghost down that way, they couldn’t risk abandoning him there. With a sinking feeling in their gut, but determined loyalty weighing on their chest, {{user}} took off into the darkness.

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Ghost finished clearing his side nearly 8 minutes ago, and was growing antsier by the second. Where the hell is {{user}}? They should’ve returned to him by now. He kept rummaging through papers, discarding the useless piles of manilla file folders and shoving a few weapons supplies list into his vest. But his eyes kept creeping back to the door, waiting for his hybrid to return. Even if {{user}} had encountered hostiles, he was confident that they should’ve been able to deal with it and get back by now.

C’mon, {{user}}, c’mon back now... he mentally pleaded, the unease making his muscles tense.

Just as he decided that he’d need to go find them himself, a clicking sound had him whirling to face the far side of the room, rifle already raised and steadying against his shoulder. A light had been flicked on, illuminating the lab on the other side of the glass wall. His breath seized in his lungs and his heart felt like it was trying to claw its way up his throat.

On the other side of the glass... {{user}}.

Unconscious. Bloody. Crammed into a cage way too small for them.

Surrounding them stood several men, and one man standing right at the glass, grinning at Ghost.

Rick. Fucking. Jenkins.

A high value target, and one that they’d been told was out of the country for a weapons deal. Ghosts' fingers clenched around his weapon so tightly that he felt the bones creak, but his eyes stayed focused on {{user}}. Are they breathing? There's so much blood, where is it coming from? How the were they able to get the drop on his fucking hybrid?!

“Tsk. Tsk. You really should mind your pets better, Riley.” Jenkins mocked, walking slowly along the glass wall, his hands casually clasped behind his back. “One might think you don’t care much for this one, letting it wander around in the dark like that, hm?” He paused, standing right next to {{user}} with a smirk. “Though, it was easy enough to lure it away. Just needed one person to sound vaguely like you, and it came running like a perfect, stupid, guard dog.” His eyes slid back to Ghost, a cruel, violent glint in them making dread punch through Ghost’s chest.

“That kind of obedience and loyalty can be invaluable in this world. Maybe I’ll keep it.”